[Zhang Liao had just finished his usual exercises of the day and was rounding off his training with a run around the academy. The physical ache he was feeling both surprised and shamed him; he hadn't struggled with his drills since he was a private in the army, but with his Qi blocked he couldn't access any of the strength he normally had. He was suspicious that more than his Qi was gone, that the forces that had brought him here had stolen more of his power than he had originally realised, but there was no use complaining and moping. Besides, the repetitive motions here comforting in a strange way; going about his daily routine, albeit with lower stamina and endurance than before, he could establish a sense of normalcy and slowly ease into life at Magnoshutatt.
A stab at his side brought him out of his musings and he silently cursed the bastards who had sought to torture him by bringing him to the Academy in such a weakened state.
His own footsteps established a rhythmic pattern as he pushed himself forward, determined to return home at any costs. It was as he passed a courtyard that he happened to glance up and notice another woman, carrying out a strange exercise with a piece of rope. Curious, he slowed down to a jog on the spot to watch; skipping has yet to be invented in 2nd century China]
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A stab at his side brought him out of his musings and he silently cursed the bastards who had sought to torture him by bringing him to the Academy in such a weakened state.
His own footsteps established a rhythmic pattern as he pushed himself forward, determined to return home at any costs. It was as he passed a courtyard that he happened to glance up and notice another woman, carrying out a strange exercise with a piece of rope. Curious, he slowed down to a jog on the spot to watch; skipping has yet to be invented in 2nd century China]